They call it a moment.
like it's just a tiny bit of time,
a small inconvenience,
a quick second that barley matters.
But its not a moment,
it's a giant rock.
A sharp, heavy stone
stuck deep into your soul.
You were just a kid,
or maybe not,
maybe you were older,
But it doesn't matter,
time doesn't matter,
What matters is the breaking.
The way it tears you apart from the inside,
And splits your trust like firewood For a fire that never warms.
They took something that wasn't theirs to take,
they left behind a hole,
One that swallows joy,
One that makes you question every touch,
every look,
and every whisper in the dark.
They say that time heals all wounds,
But what if time is the enemy?
what if every tick of the clock is like a stab,
right where your heart used to be.
You try to move forward,
you try and walk with your head up,
But it's like running in sand,
like swimming through syrup.
Every step is hard,
Every breath a reminder
That your not whole anymore,
maybe not ever again.
How do you trust
When trust has become a weapon,
a sharp blade
That cut you so deep you bled out all your faith and trust?
How do you look in the mirror
and see anything but broken peices you can't pick up,
a reflection of someone
who used to be so confident,
Who used to be sure of their place in the world,
But now looks like a stranger
in their own skin?
You start to hate your body,
This same body that betrayed you,
the same body that let them in,
The same body that couldn't fight back,
The same body that couldn't say no.
You hate the curves, the scars,
the places they touched with no regard,
it feels like a cage
holding captive a prizoner that you no longer reconize.
So you cover up,
You hide away,
let the shame settle like dust on a heart that should have been saved.
You want to scream,
to shout from the rooftops
that you are more than this,
more than the pain that consumes your every thought,
more than the memory of what they did to you,
And more than the trauma that haunts your dreams,
You want to be free,
to shake off the chains that tie you to the past,
to take back what was stolen from you,
but its harder than you thought,
Too hard to break free.
But here's the truth,
The whisper in the storm,
The light in the darkness:
you are not alone.
you are not broken beyond repair.
You are a survivor,
a fighter,
a sign of strength within those who could not find it,
in the face of unimaginable pain.
You are the flame that will not go out,
a heartbeat that keeps pounding,
no matter how many times its been hurt.
You will find your way,
one step at a time,
one breath after another.
You will find trust again,
you will love again,
You will see beauty in the mirror
and know its yours.
you will rise,
like a phoenix from the ashes,
reborn,
renewed,
and unstoppable.
